Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
New Order,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.